
Example #3,211,941 in the ways women get fucked: men have had the exact same outfit for 50 years. The t-shirts used to be smaller, but the silhouette hasn’t changed in a half-century.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Example #3,211,941 in the ways women get fucked: men have had the exact same outfit for 50 years. The t-shirts used to be smaller, but the silhouette hasn’t changed in a half-century.

Sometimes we go left to right, sometimes we don’t. This is one of those “don’t” times.

Jesus, Phil, you look like you should be holding a pitchfork and standing next to your wife in a famous painting.
“Shut it, fuckface. Voting is important.”
I get it, but this is a threatening expression you have on your face.
“Democracy is being threatened. The cretins are at the door!”
No argument here.
“Boobs, boors, philistines, simpletons, and the alliterate.”
Phil, that is democracy. Those people you mentioned? They’re the electorate.
“Yeah?”
Yeah.
“Since when?”
Athens.
“Then maybe we need a little less democracy.”
Mm. Dunno about that one.
“Yeah, you’re right. Everybody gets a vote no matter how dumb they are.”
It’s the least worst system.
“Still, though. This fucking guy.”
This fucking guy. Probably too late now, but you should get Terrapin Crossroads made a polling place. Sell a lot of drinks.
…
“I gotta make a call.”
God bless America.
“And the 700% markup on liquor.”

This is a picture, Word I Capitalize Pretentiously, of the Grateful Dead. They are engaged in numerous foibles, some of a sartorial nature; I will point them out.
Now I say something.
Running joke, running joke, America.

Derp derp derp.

Game time, Enthusiasts! There are seven small differences between these two photos: can you spot them?
Also: the day Bobby bought those trousers was the happiest day of Creepy Ernie’s professional and sexual life.

“Seriously, Jer! The Nobel fuckin’ Prize!”
“No accounting for the taste of a Swede.”
“Right?”
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“Jer, what the fuck’s your bass player wearing?”
“I don’t wanna talk it, man.”
“I wouldn’t, either.”

“Jer, y’think we should have a backdrop or something? Maybe, you know, a cleaner kinda look?”
“Huh, yeah, that would look better. But the show starts in an hour, Bobby.”
“That’s enough time. Precarious?”
“Yo?”
“Think you can rustle up a backdrop before the show?”
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“Saw a high school a mile away. High schools have auditoriums.”
“You know what to do.”
“Gotcha.”

The rarest Grateful Dead pepe of all: Bearded Mickey, Bearded Bobby, Gettin’ Phat Phil.
And as I always mention: Bearded Mickey is terrifying. Like if Satan went to rabbinical school.

Learn something new every day, Enthusiast, and if you don’t believe me, then let’s go to the videotape:
This is from ’99 at Red Rocks, and that’s Jackie Greene sitting down while he plays, which is not okay. The only guitarists allowed to sit when they play are ancient bluesmen and Jeff Healy. If your foot is broken or something, you may sit; there appears to be no injury to the young man. I don’t accept that playing an acoustic guitar gives you license to recline like some sort of pasha. In fact, acoustic guitars are lighter than electric guitars, so it should be easier to remain upright, and don’t give me any bullshit about how you can’t put a strap on the thing: if Willie Nelson can, then so can you.
But, yeah: Phil on upright. I vaguely recall one of the books (or maybe something on the innertubes: all the Dead stories roll into one) that Phil was thinking about playing an upright for the 1980 acoustic sets, but forgot to buy one or something and ended up standing in the back playing slightly fewer notes than normal on his normal bass.
Phil, and his upright skills, are inaudible in this video. From looks alone–and bear in mind that I am no musician–it maybe kinda sorta looks like he has no idea what he’s doing. Maybe it sounded great! Could’ve! Totally could’ve! But if you’re only using your eyes? Not a clue.
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